Chapter 82 Married

• Married
• Paetyn
• The past few months have been a whirlwind, a blur of appointments, cake and catering tastings, and decisions that somehow all fit together perfectly. I can’t remember half the conversations I’ve had with florists, bakers, and planners without Raya’s voice echoing in my head, reminding me of a color or a detail. We’ve spent hours debating linens, ordering flowers, and finalizing the perfect bouquet. Every choice felt monumental, and yet, somehow, it all flew by, slipping through my fingers faster than I could catch it.